Gorgone's class in London

'His arm looks a bit blue,' I say, regretting that I didn't bring any purple ink.

FredRx Barbee checks that the model is OK and says, 'Colour happens.'

To the sound of a dishwasher, I'm drawing a private class, led by Olympic-standard rigger, model and teacher Gorgone.

Listen to the rope, says Gorgone.

She feels she has more control as a model than as a rigger.

Fred Hatt shows me his hands raw from smoothing out the kinks in new ropes. It makes me think of picking oakum - unravelling tarry ropes in order to make bulky material needed for ship-building. This labour or punishment was assigned to Victorian prisoners and workhouse inmates.

Thanks to Gorgone and Miss Bones.

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One of Darren McMullen's Outsiders

...on National Geographic TV. Here I am dispensing a minute's worth of common sense from the sofa at BOUND at the Flying Dutchman in Camberwell: 

Bound at the Flying Dutchman - November

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Fred Hatt and Miss Bones, Pedro and MaYa Homerton, Gorgone and Odd

September BOUND at the Flying Dutchman

Have you noticed this blog is called Boulevardisme? BoulevarDiSMe? Ah, OK.

Tonight's subjects: Edna and Anea Capaken; Gorgone and Fuoco; Nina Russ and MaYa Homerton; Red Lily and Zlata (the only man performing this evening); Gestalta and Bliss; members of the audience.

The next night finds me listening to the Prom on the radio and making cauliflower cheese. 

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